His name was Edges. Diggle was a retired veteran of the federal government after World War I.
He was still writing in his room yesterday afternoon.
" No one has experienced it, except me…
We can't retreat. The commander stood in front of us, turned around, and roared at us. He said we were all cowards. However, what happened next shocked all of us. I would never forget how our commander was instantly shot in the head by the sniper. He died and fell at my feet…
The valiant army has mechs and armored vehicles. Our equipment is thin and our armed forces are weak. Without the cover of heavy firepower, we were forced to carry corpses to block the enemy's guns. We can't fail, we can't retreat. If we fall, it will mean the fall of the south of the Moz River. We will be sent to the trial grounds…"
Eddels suddenly stopped writing.
He pondered for a moment and felt that there was a paragraph that was not well written that needed to be revised. He believed that everything should be rigorous, but he did not need to use beautiful words to reveal the sins of war, because people were not blind now.
Therefore, Eiders wrote," I refused the medal of heroism awarded to me by the Federation after I came down from the battlefield, but it doesn't mean that I am blind. At least I know better than those who are still alive that I am not blind.”
As for what this meant, Edels finished writing and stopped writing. He shook his head. When the descendants saw this sentence and thought about the war between the federal government and the monarch's regime, the meaning was obvious.
Precisely?
Right, Eiders recalled that period of time deeply and silently raised the tip of his pen. He first added a parenthesis after the sentence and added: "The defense of the Moz River has lasted for two whole days, and our side has lost more than eight thousand soldiers. This battle directly led to the fall of the Mez River basin. It was one of the four most tragic battles in the history of the Federal Government against the enemy (fictional).”
He paused for a moment before continuing to write: "The war is based on the premise of rejecting nuclear weapons. Then why haven't the various factions in the Warfire Continent put down their weapons and stopped this meaningless struggle? Could it be that the Moors, Clancy, Delk, and Keskill had to fight to the death?”Eiders thought about it and felt that he would probably have to wait until he died to have an answer to such a question.
Since that was the case, his death was not worth regretting.
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The people on the street were travel-worn, and the indomitable scene sent chills down Eiders 'spine.
The decline of civilization, the interruption of the long river of history, the endless war in the Warfire Continent, who could stop all of this? Eiders knew very well that there was only one Usain. It was impossible for Kuima to turn the situation around.
What justice was there to talk about? They were just messengers sent by the devil.
Paper newspapers had only started to appear on the streets three years ago.
Ever since the federal government actively implemented the war policy, it had completely abandoned the civil and industrial industries, the two important economic pillars.
The entire cabinet of the Federation was busy with the situation at the front line. The news was also reporting on which general was retiring today and which chechen was dying tomorrow.
The people who heard and saw this made the entire country feel anxious. The news was just like that. Other than war, there was nothing new.
Coupled with the decline of heavy industry, the economy of the Federation was gradually shrinking. It had to be admitted that this was the first time since the year 2830 of the Federal Government. 2830, the first year of the modern system, the era of God's revelation.
The economy was gradually shrinking, and there were even reports of famine in many areas in the southwest.
The people had no choice. More and more people began to wake up and stand up to protest the war and maintain peace. However, such insignificant forces were quickly suppressed by the well-armed government soldiers.
Not long after, these people could bear to grieve forever and leave the Warfire Continent. Now, on the streets of Casaro State, the capital of the Federal Government, it was not surprising to see a skinny child selling newspapers.
Eiders sat calmly on a long wooden chair by the roadside. The sky was late, and the setting sun pulled his shadow onto the long street. For a long time, he had been sitting here alone.
In a trance, circles of orange light could be seen on the street, and the fragrance of delicious food drifted in from somewhere along with the breeze. He wanted to listen to the intermittent music in the air, but he was always disturbed by the noise of pedestrians coming and going on the street. From time to time, cars would fly past on the street. This was simply a kind of unspeakable torture for an old man.
"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers! Breaking news, Prime Minister Kuima was arrested for theft!”
"Little brat, come here!" Eiders 'face was pale. He looked up and saw a dirty child walking straight towards him from afar. He looked like he was only about ten years old. He carried a satchel on his shoulder, which was stuffed with stacks of newspapers.
Eiders 'harsh words obviously scared the poor child. The little boy suddenly froze on the spot and did not dare to walk towards Eiders.
It was only then that Eiders realized his mistake. Recently, he had been throwing tantrums for no reason. Even he did not know why, but everything he saw was unpleasant to the eye, as if the world owed him. "I want to buy a newspaper." Eddels said to the child in a calm tone.
The little boy blinked his eyes and walked slowly to Eiders before stopping. "Sir, do you want to buy a newspaper?”
Eddels's eyes drifted to the boy, and she felt sorry for him when she saw his torn and dirty clothes. "Yes, how much is it?" He nodded and asked.”
"Sir, 5 gold coins per serving."
"Why is it so expensive? I remember that it was 4 gold coins per serving yesterday. Could it be that today's news is of great significance?”
"Sir, don't you know that our current price is…"
Eiders hesitated.
"Please, sir. Please have mercy on me!”
"You, what do you say?" Eddels asked him, blinking.
" I can't sell newspapers. The fat boss will beat me up when I get back…"
"This is the price of my bread for dinner.”Edders 'face twitched as he handed the remaining five gold coins in his pocket to the child.
The little boy gave Eiders a newspaper at the same price and carefully put the five gold coins into his pocket. "Thank you, sir. I wish you a happy life. Thank you, thank you…"
Eiders finally felt a little warm comfort in his heart. Although these were just stiff and polite words, the little boy was also forced to speak like this by the printing press boss. Otherwise, he would not be able to sell newspapers, and there would be no dry bread to eat. He would starve to death.
Holding the newspaper page in his hand, Eiders raised his head again and called out to the little boy who had just walked away,""Little brat!"
The little boy turned around again." Is there anything else, sir?”
“……”
The air was quiet. Out of curiosity, Edels called out to him. For the past ten years, he had been too lonely. He really wanted to find someone to talk to.
"What's your name?" Edders asked the child in an offensive manner. He did not know what to say, so he asked him directly.
The little boy looked at Eiders 'serious and pitiful face. He hesitated for a moment and did not answer for a long time. He just stood there and did not dare to move. He was afraid of the unfamiliar face of Eiders, and did not dare to imagine what he would do to him next.
"Brat, what's your name?"
"Chen Long."
"Chen Long?" Eddels's face relaxed as he smiled. It was a good name. "Are you from Keskill?" Eiders asked him again tentatively.
"My father was from Keskill, but he's dead. He was killed by the government troops on the battlefield…"
"Oh." Edders suddenly realized that this was a poor child with a story.
There was no disappointment on the little boy's face, as if the man's death had nothing to do with him. "My mother was from Clancy, but after she brought me to the South, she left me behind. She doesn't want me because she's married to Uncle Cha Si.”
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Crack. (Door opens)
It was past eight o'clock in the evening (the timeline was yesterday evening in Darwin). Eiders returned to the cement building where he lived with a crumpled stack of newspapers. A cold breeze blew down from the ceiling of the corridor, making Eiders 'scalp tingle. He stood at the door of his house, looking for the key to open the door and enter. Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he noticed a letter pinned to the doorknob.
Eiders looked up at the left and right of the corridor. Other than the flickering chandelier above his head and the electric wires that occasionally emitted sparks, he could not see anyone else.
So, who put this letter here?
Confused, Eiders quickly took the letter and hid it in his arms. Then, he quickly opened the door with the key and walked in before habitually slamming the door with his back foot.
The furnishings in the room were simple. It was all old furniture covered with a thick layer of dust. There were washing tools and a few stacks of old draft paper on the table, an alarm clock that had been on strike for an unknown period of time, and a black-and-white photo of a woman in a frame standing alone in the corner.
"I'm back, Madam." Eddels walked straight inside without looking up, leaving behind the stiff black smile on the black-and-white woman's photo.
The woman had been dead for more than thirty years.
This is still Eddels. When Dig was young, they got married that year and gave birth to a daughter. He didn't expect that his happy family would suddenly suffer the impact of the Second Civil War. Because his wife used to be from Keskill in the north, she was captured and killed by the cabinet of the federal government. His own daughter had also gone missing in a war.
Eiders had lost two of his most beloved people. For decades, he had endured the grief in his heart. He turned around and put on his military uniform, picked up his gun, and fought against the fierce attack of the Northern Valiant Army (the Monarch's Regime).
This was a regret that he could never make up for in his life!
He hoped that the war would stop and that the War Continent would regain its peace and rebuild its civilization.
"I'm back, Madam."
This sentence had been repeated by Eiders for more than thirty years.
For more than 30 years, other than the brothers who had accompanied Eiders on the battlefield, the only thing left was the framed portrait of the woman. Edels lay in bed. He did not dare to close his eyes. Once he did, he was haunted by a strange nightmare. His missing daughter, his dead wife, and his brothers who had fallen in the trenches and raised their hands to him, wailing,""Save me, save me-Eddels!”……
His headache was most likely self-inflicted, and he was feeling a little mentally ill. The doctor had warned him,"You must come here regularly to take your medicine, or you will be in danger of having an cerebral hemorrhage at any time."”
Sorry, Eiders would say that. He had no money on him, and since he retired, he had nothing.
Edders cleaned the bread crumbs on the table, blew it clean, and then folded the few pages of the newspaper he bought today.
Turning on the lamp, Eiders sat on the stool and took out the letter he had found at the door. He carefully opened the envelope and narrowed his eyes. He found an invitation letter inside, and the name on the cover was printed with the words " Federal Government's Parliament Building "! Eiders was shocked. His heart was beating so fast that he didn't dare to imagine the contents.
"The federal government?" Eiders 'expression began to become anxious. He had cut off contact with the government for more than ten years. Who would remember his existence? "What are these demons up to now?”Edels raged at the cold air in the room. He opened the invitation and glanced at the contents:
"Hey, my old friend, long time no see!
The day after tomorrow, there will be a small banquet at the parliament building. I specially invite you to attend. If you still acknowledge me as your old company commander, of course, I hope to see you again before I leave. Captain Eddels. Diggle.
At the end-signed: Mole Fulin. general ward
House of Representatives, 7th Floor, Room 266, General Ward's office."
Whoosh!
Eiders 'heart sank. He heard a " whoosh " sound as if some paper had fallen to the ground. He bent down and picked it up subconsciously. After touching it, he opened his eyes and looked at the light. Only then did he suddenly notice that there were several platinum coins with a face value of 1,000 yuan on the back of the invitation. Eiders hurriedly picked up the rest of the things in a panic. He doubtfully twirled them with his fingers again and again. Finally, there was no mistake. This was real money! There were a total of 15 cards, which was a total of 15,000 platinum coins!
Very good. Now, this was an invitation letter that made him feel temporarily gratified, as well as the fifteen platinum coins that were trembling in his hand.
He understood what General Walter meant.
"Enough, Company Commander! You can give up on this idea. I will never work for you again!”Edders slammed the corner of the table angrily, his lips trembling with anger. He roared into the air,"You've harmed my wife and children, and made me homeless! Enough, Walter! Enough, Kuima!"
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"I know my situation now. I was abandoned by my family, by the Moors and Clancy. No one will remember me anymore because I am old, because I have nothing left.
But at the very least, I was considered lucky compared to my brothers back then, because I survived the battlefield. Their situation was terrible. They were all dead. The ground was covered in blood, and their bodies were lying on the ground with hatred. I crawled to them and carefully searched their bodies for their nameplates and wills to be sent to their loved ones. Bring them back and hand them over to the federal cabinet for safekeeping. They were true warriors, so I had to give them the most solemn military salute, even though I was just a nameless soldier in an army of hundreds of thousands.
……
At that time, the sky was burning red, and the entire scene was like the end of the world. Even if we hid in the trenches, we couldn't escape. Facing the fear of death in our hearts, we couldn't retreat.
The gods would not descend. We understood that if we wanted to survive, we had to rely on ourselves. We had to be forced to counterattack.
I saw Kvette with my own eyes. Bowen was shot to the ground. His whole body was twitching in pain, and warm blood was gushing out of his chest.
His eyes were wide open, staring at the gray sky. I dodged the bomber and was the first to rush out of the crater. I picked up my brother Kevit and held his hand to press on his wound. Even so, I couldn't stop the dark red blood from flowing out of the big hole in his chest.
The bullet had already smashed his chest into a bloody mess. I knew that it was impossible to save him. It was just that time made me forget about time and everything that happened around me.
I shouted his name over and over again. I really hoped that God was joking with me!
I saw a strange smile on Kevit's face. He finally turned to look at me, but there was no other color in his pupils...
He told me painfully,'Diggle, I don't want to die, I don't want to…'
He didn't want to die, but after taking a breath, he stopped breathing. I dragged his head with my palm and slowly and helplessly dropped it to the ground.
'Goodbye, Kevit. Bern.' I turned around and grabbed the gun that had just been thrown on the ground. I stood up and looked at his body, shaking my head.
He's dead, Kvette. Bern was dead. He had just turned twenty when he died, and today was his birthday. His death made me very sad.
'You're right, we don't want to die, but we don't have a choice.'I gritted my teeth, pulled the handle, and turned to head to the battlefield where the cannons were rumbling.”
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At this point, Eiders suddenly stopped writing.
He suddenly felt a sense of fainting as if the earth was spinning and the sky was spinning. His hands and feet suddenly became numb and powerless. He tried to hold the pen tightly, but his fingers were twitching uncontrollably. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heart.
The noisy sounds of gunfire began to ring in his ears again. His dead comrades crawled out of the cold cemetery one by one. His wife was standing in front of him, giving him a strange smile. Then, the woman's image began to gradually blur. A mysterious force forced him to not move forward. This was not good!
"Eddels," The woman called his name.
"Get lost!" Eiders lay on the ground, twitching.
"Eddels!" The woman's heart-wrenching scream pierced his heart like a knife.
"Get lost!"
"Save me!"
……
"Save me!"
Whoosh-whoosh-
A cold shiver hit Edders. He suddenly opened his eyes and was awakened by a nightmare. " Huff…Huff…" He touched his forehead and broke out in a cold sweat.
The room was quiet. He fell asleep on the bed when he was tired of writing. That was just a nightmare. But this nightmare was very real. Edders suddenly remembered Kvitt he had just written about. Bern was the character in his dream. In reality, Eiders had never heard of this comrade's name, let alone this person.
It was one o'clock in the morning. Eiders saw the waning moon outside the window and the mottled stars in the sky. "A burning meteorite is about to land on the Warfire Continent.”Eiders looked into the dark night. His eyes were full of nostalgia for time. "My dear Madam, I'm going to look for you.”
Eiders got up, put on his slippers, and got out of bed. He reached for the glass of water on the table. He did not care when the water was left inside. He unscrewed the lid and drank it in one gulp. This would make him a little more clear-headed.
He didn't eat dinner that night, so he simply drank some water. He thought of the butter-flavored popcorn sold on the street, and the scene of couples holding popcorn and walking into the cinema was still fresh in his mind. He suddenly realized the humbleness of his life, but he had always been like this.
The window was not open, but Edders could feel the cold wind blowing. It was the smell of a blizzard, the smell of artillery shells exploding on the snow, dyeing the snow into a bloody ice field!
Eddels smiled.
" I have deeply reflected on what I have done wrong to this world. The sin of war has instructed me to become a demon and slaughter the lives of the northern Keskill people. Thus, God punished my sins fairly. I was willing to accept all the punishments God gave me. He was always right.
I just hope that the future generations will not hate me for being a warrior. We have all defeated the northern valiant army. I only hope that I did the right thing. I will be honored and have no regrets in my life.
October 23rd, 3107 AD, written by a veteran of World War I.”
He closed his eyes and closed the first volume of " Angel's Revenge ".
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(To be continued)
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